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[the_vague]

we never say 'love'. but we notice every piece of ash that falls from the other's cigarette, from the other's slightly parted lips. that first time i met you at the station our retinas were magnetized and your cold hand led me outside softly. we sit on buses we sit in bathroom stalls all over the country, dirty, but everywhere is the same, the same

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[the_vague]

thank you so much. but honestly this is not so very goos at all. i'm kind of disappointed in myself, to be honest.

(p.s. writing a book is basically my ultimate dream. shh.)

[crazysailor]

I'm feeling that all right now.
I can't decide if I'm miserable or if it's misplaced beauty, though.

(*sigh*)

[poetic_fire]

you called that "not so good " but you like the shit that i write?

[the_vague]

oh ryan. i love you.

[we_spit]

dearest julia, i miss you.

[the_vague]

i miss you too, justin.